Yeah

(BrokeBoi what's poppin')

Lay low, gotta stay low 'til the day gone

Give less, make them pay more, day four I still feel paranoid

It's been a minute since I felt like this, stiff arthritis, I kind of like this

Nova-cane, nova-cane

Yeah

Listening to Frank Ocean in her ocean

Motion match the music while I'm sipping on potion

Coasting down ninety six with a bad bitch

Telling her I got big dreams of living lavish

Roll down the windows, puff on this indo

New piece extendo but we hate violence

90 on the dash, police hate these tints

They flip the lights we hit the dash, getting low in the whip

This vibe only meant for real **** and they kinfolk

If rap was still CD's, maybe this shit mean more

Nowadays it's more clout and less music

Should I stay off the wave or should I just abuse it? Cause I

Understand but I cannot to be a follower

Don't do the trendy shit cause I don't need much to be popular

If rap was still CD's, you'd buy my whole collection

Cause all the shit I spit contains a principle or lesson, like

Don't stay out late and just be careful where you stepping

Don't fall behind because your trials and tribulations

Don't do no drugs unless they help with your depression

Don't fall in love 'less you prepared to count your blessings so

I hope it's obvious the feelings I'm confessing

And the message in this wreckage of my heart under my necklace

Check it

I wrote humbly with passion every second, The Poetic

That snap on every track they been presenting

Yeah

Yeah

Lay low, gotta stay low 'til the day gone

Give less, make them pay more, day four I still feel paranoid

It's been a minute since I felt like this, stiff arthritis, I kind of like this

Nova-cane, nova

Yeah

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